The blood aura around the man was profoundly moving.
When he stepped out, his scarlet eyes were still somewhat dazed.
It was as though he had passed through vast changes of sea and land, through shifting suns and moons.
As though he had just awakened from the river of time.
He was slowly examining the world outside.
"It has been a long time since I last saw this sky. What year is it tonight?" the white-haired man asked.
His voice was incomparably majestic, making those who heard it unable to resist answering at once.
Daoist Shiyan's expression changed. Unable to hold himself back, he said, "It is now the 1098th year of the Sacred Calendar."
Only after the words left his mouth did Daoist Shiyan find it utterly inconceivable.
He had actually taken the initiative to speak.
He could tell that the white-haired man had not deliberately used any power to influence him.
That was an aura.
The dense aura of one who stood above all others.
Everyone in this world possessed an aura. After serving as an official for long enough, one would possess an official's aura, making others dare not meet their gaze.
The more people one killed, the heavier one's baleful aura would become.
This man was precisely like that. His might had already reached the point where every movement could stir the momentum of heaven and earth.
The moment he spoke, those nearby could not help but answer.
"The Sacred Calendar!"
The white-haired man murmured to himself.
"Her era has already passed so long ago."
"The tides of time, the tides of time!"
As the white-haired man spoke, his gaze seemed to sweep around him.
He examined the entire Map of Mountains and Rivers.
He stood where he was and did nothing, yet this entire world